He always had pajamas on and always made me feel safe. If he touched me occasionally, it was to rub the back of my head. I loved my dad. Unfortunately... after a couple of days I was afraid to go to sleep by myself.At seemingly the same time, my father started to encourage me sleeping in my room again. He was never mean - never laid a finger on me - but ultimately through his drinking at night, I got scared enough for his health that I couldn't sleep with him anymore.One night I knocked on my. She than pointing the camera down so I could see. I asked where the other girls were and she said at home. She than asked me to hold on for a second and changed the camera to front facing one on her phone and asked the guy who owned the cock that was in her to hold it to give me a better view. So I am now seeing things from his point of view and it looked a lot like when I am fucking her only the cock in this view was somewhat bigger than mine. He starts picking up the pace and the look on her. With that shit-eating grin on his face, he ran a comb through his wet hair, brushed his teeth, and proceeded to get dressed. Still having no idea what his mother had in mind, he pulled on a clean pair of jeans and a white polo shirt, one he knew that fit nicely over his sculpted torso. Just in case, he decided to go commando, leaving even the idea of donning underwear stuffed away in his dresser drawer. With a final satisfied look in the mirror, he grabbed his phone and headed downstairs,. I kept it under there for, well, emergencies. I set it on the dashboard within easy reach. If something happened, a knife at her throat would settle her down. I was going to fuck this girl ... and nothing was gonna stop me!That thought also got me very aroused, the very illicitness of what I was doing. I wasn’t just fucking this teenage girl. What I was doing was rape ... plain and simple! I knew it was wrong, wrong, wrong, but it felt so very good!My hand continued to roam her hard body,.